Stepping on the demon door, the witch becomes the strongest.

Chapter 489 Why Are You Touching Me?

As the saying goes, it is difficult for an honest judge to judge family affairs. Yan Yu did not intend to interfere in Zhou Hongyu's family affairs, because it would easily be a thankless task - who knows what she thinks of her mother?

If this girl's true desire was "Mom, love me again," then hastily separating her from her mother would be self-defeating. If Yan Yu were to handle this, he would find a way to use leverage against her mother, intimidate her into playing the role of "loving mother" in front of Zhou Hongyu, and then slowly guide Zhou Hongyu to demystify and desensitize herself to her fantasy of maternal love.

But if Zhou Hongyu just wanted to repay the "grace of giving birth", then finding a place to imprison and support Zhou's mother, and directly improving her quality of life in exchange for her not appearing in Zhou Hongyu's life, would naturally be a better way.

Ultimately, it depends on what Zhou Hongyu thinks.

The problem is that this girl is just a little hedgehog covered in thorns and can't communicate with others properly at all.

Yan Yu planned to test her attitude first.

Zhou Hongyu left the military compound and soared into the sky on his sword.

Yan Yu followed closely behind her on his sword. After flying for a long time, he realized that the girl seemed to have no "destination" at all. She was just flying around like a headless fly.

"Where are you going?" Yan Yu asked in a voice transmission.

Zhou Hongyu ignored him, and Yan Yu made another suggestion:
"I heard that you were raised by your grandmother. Can you take me to visit your grandmother's house?"

The crimson sword light circled for a moment, then suddenly flew towards the old city—although there was no answer, it looked like it was moved.

The two landed in a community of tube-shaped buildings. Most of the buildings here were six stories high, short and old, and the balconies were all equipped with anti-theft windows. It was obvious that this was a very old community.

Yan Yu followed Zhou Hongyu into the dark and gloomy stairwell. The floor was stained with garbage and water, and the air was filled with the faint smell of sprayed disinfectant.

Arriving at the third floor, Zhou Hongyu took out the key and opened the door. Yan Yu was about to follow him in when the door was slammed shut.

But sorry, I can walk through walls.

He quietly used his wall-walking skills and entered the house, ignoring the door blocking his way. He saw that although most of the furnishings in the house were old, they were neat and clean. It was obvious that someone cleaned here regularly.

Zhou Hongyu came back from the balcony with a broom and dustpan, glanced at Yan Yu at the door, handed him the cleaning tools, and said:

"If you don't clean up, get out."

"What a joke! How can I be so worthless that I'm here to help you clean?" Yan Yu said disdainfully, taking the broom from her hand. "Why don't you hire a housekeeper?"

Zhou Hongyu ignored him, turned around and went to the bathroom to get a basin of water, washed the rag and wrung it dry, and began to wipe the coffee table, bench and cabinet countertops.

Yan Yu cleaned up the living room roughly and then looked around carefully.

There are many awards on the wall of the living room, such as "Three Good Students", "Class Monitor", "Study Committee Member"... Unfortunately, almost all of them were awarded in elementary school. It seems that Zhou Hongyu's grades started to plummet when he entered junior high school.

"Have you ever been a squad leader?" Yan Yu asked without turning his head.

"Because I hit someone," Zhou Hongyu said calmly. "The homeroom teacher likes to appoint bad students as class leaders, euphemistically calling it 'honorary reform.'"

"Is it useful?" Yan Yu asked.

"What do you think?" Zhou Hongyu threw the rag into the basin, splashing a lot of water.

"It seems useless." Yan Yu laughed.

"After cleaning the living room, go to the bedroom." Zhou Hongyu said impatiently.

"Master bedroom or second bedroom?" Yan Yu asked.

"It has a balcony." Zhou Hongyu said.

The second bedroom, connected to the balcony, was probably where Zhou Hongyu lived as a child. The wardrobe was covered in stickers, featuring Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, and Kikyo from Inuyasha. A desk sat on the balcony side, with a desk bookcase to the left and a woolen-lined bamboo basket to the right. Inside were many notebooks, their pages completely yellowed.

Yan Yu picked up a notebook and opened it. There were many old photos inside, most of which were photos of Zhou Hongyu and her grandmother when she was a child.

"Have you seen enough?" Zhou Hongyu's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, the voice was cold, suppressed and angry.

"Your grandma is really great." Yan Yu calmly flipped through the book, marveling. "When you were in kindergarten, your grandma must have been in her sixties, right? It must have been difficult for an old lady to take care of a child."

Zhou Hongyu fell silent. The rage that had been building up in her heart was easily crushed by Yan Yu with just one sentence.

"Sixty-four." She lowered her eyelids, her gaze fixed on the old man in the photo. "It's really not easy."

"Yeah." Yan Yu nodded, "After all, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like the kind of child who is easy to take care of."

"You're bullshit." Zhou Hongyu cursed, but there was not much anger left in his tone. "When I was a child, I listened to my grandmother the most."

"Then why did you fight with others in school?" Yan Yu asked.

"Because if I was bullied, my grandma would feel bad," said Zhou Hongyu.

"If that's the case, you shouldn't allow your mother to suck blood." Yan Yu said tentatively.

"What do you know?" Zhou Hongyu became angry. "After all, she's my mother!"

"Do you have feelings for her?" Yan Yu pretended to be surprised.

"...No." Zhou Hongyu closed his eyes.

She didn't know why she told Yan Yu this. Perhaps it was because she saw her grandmother in the photo, which temporarily melted her originally hard and cold defense. Or perhaps it was because she thought Yan Yu would not tell anyone, so she finally chose to open her heart and said slowly:
"Because grandma doesn't want me to hate my mom."

"Hmm." Yan Yu pondered.

"Grandma..." Zhou Hongyu paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "When she was still alive, she often called my mother, hoping she would come back to see me." "Then has your mother come back?" Yan Yu asked knowingly.

"No." Zhou Hongyu looked at the photo album, "Not even once."

Her fingers brushed across the surface of the photo, as if touching her grandmother's old face.

"My grandmother raised me with so much hardship, not just because I was her granddaughter. She often said that children are ghosts collecting debts from their parents' past lives. My mother refused to pay me back, so she came to help her daughter pay it back."

So your family's three generations aren't passing on genes, but transferring debts, right? Yan Yu complained in his heart.

"So, even though my mother didn't fulfill her duties as a mother, my grandmother gave me enough compensation on her behalf." Zhou Hongyu said coldly, "That's why I'm willing to acknowledge her as my mother."

"Yan Yu, I don't care why you're so interested in my personal affairs, but I'm not as fragile as you think, and I don't need your roundabout kindness and goodwill. I don't need anyone's pity or sympathy!"

"From the moment my grandmother left, the weak me was already dead. Now I...what are you doing!?"

Yan Yu had already taken out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and turned on the recording button, saying:

"It's okay, go ahead, I'm recording."

Zhou Hongyu stared at his phone screen, his eyes twitching slightly for a moment, and said coldly:

"childish."

"Ahem, let me summarize it for Xiao Zhou." Seeing that she refused to continue, Yan Yu said to the phone, "Xiao Zhou does not need anyone's pity or sympathy. The soft and sticky Xiao Zhou is dead. The Xiao Zhou now is soft and sticky and delicious..."

"It's weakness!" Zhou Hongyu shouted angrily, then took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

I don't know why, but I get easily angry when talking to this person.

"Okay, let's assume you're tough and strong-willed and don't need help from others." Yan Yu turned off the recording button, stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and said with a smile, "But, have you ever thought about a possibility?"

"What's possible?"

"For example, I'm not pitying you, I just think you look pretty when you're angry, and I want to tease you a little."

"I'm not good-looking." Zhou Hongyu said coldly.

"Are you serious?" Yan Yu was surprised when he heard that.

"You think I'm pretty?" Zhou Hongyu raised an eyebrow, revealing an expression that said, "Can't you tell the difference between beauty and ugliness?" "I've scared more than one or two children to tears."

Isn't it because your expression is too fierce? It doesn't mean you are ugly!
Yan Yu suddenly had an idea and said, clapping his hands:

"It's decided. I want to make a bet with you."

"Not interested." Zhou Hongyu rejected subconsciously, then frowned, "What bet?"

"I will turn you into a beauty." Yan Yu said.

"You should find someone else." Zhou Hongyu shook his head again.

"I advise you to agree, otherwise..." Yan Yu sneered.

"What else?!" Zhou Hongyu glared with a ferocious expression that was enough to scare a child to tears.

"You don't want the Pingxi Army to overhear the conversation we just recorded, do you?"

As soon as Yan Yu finished speaking, Zhou Hongyu, who could no longer bear it, elbowed him, still aiming at his neck.

But Yan Yu just ducked to avoid Zhou Hongyu's elbow, hugged her waist, and used a bull charge, immediately throwing Zhou Hongyu, who had lost her balance, onto the bed.

"Let me go!" Zhou Hongyu, who was pinned down, made a threatening gesture.

"Then you promise not to elbow me." Yan Yu refused to let go.

"I promise!" Zhou Hongyu shouted while pushing him hard with his knee.

Her position was quite dangerous, so Yan Yu had to activate the elephant spell defense and shouted:

"You swear to your grandmother!"

"Me!" Zhou Hongyu was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "I swear to my grandma, as long as you let me go, I promise not to elbow you again!"

"Okay..." Yan Yu had just released her waist when Zhou Hongyu, who had escaped, hugged him and threw him over. Zhou Hongyu spun around neatly and took control of the situation, pressing him under her.

"Go to hell!" Zhou Hongyu rode on him and punched him madly, like a madman.

It didn't hurt at all when the elephant spell was on, but seeing the girl working so hard, Yan Yu cooperated and screamed a few times just to add to the fun.

After hearing his feigned screams, Zhou Hongyu calmed down and reached into his trouser pocket for the cell phone.

"Ouch, why are you touching me?"

"Hand over your phone!"

"Give up! My recordings are backed up in the cloud... Wait! Don't touch there!"

(End of this chapter)